In the dawn’s gentle embrace, gold whispers awake,
Painting the sky with dreams only morning can make.
Blue stretches wide, vast and free,
A canvas of hope, where the soul learns to see.

The forest in emerald, a dance of life and hue,
Each leaf a story, each shade a truth anew.
Beneath the boughs, shadows play and hide,
In green’s warm arms, where all secrets reside.

Crimson paints the twilight, fierce and bold,
A fiery promise as the day grows old.
It speaks of passion in every fading light,
A vibrant farewell as day turns to night.

Silver stars in the velvet of night,
Whispering dreams in the quiet moonlight.
Colors of darkness, serene and deep,
Holding the world’s stories as we drift to sleep.